Eleisha climbed out behind him, staying close to his side and looking around. Instead of a suitcase, she’d brought a backpack, and she shifted its weight on her right shoulder. “Oh, this is nice, Philip,” she said, looking at the front of the hotel and the manicured flower beds along the street. “Better.” Wade and Rose’s taxi pulled up to the curb. Philip was beginning to think Eleisha had seen too many overromanticized British films. They’d landed at Heathrow and taken two cabs to the hotel. But throughout the drive, Eleisha had seemed more and more surprised—and appalled—to find that London was just another big, dirty, crowded city. Wade got out of the taxi and reached to help Rose step down to the sidewalk. Not for the first time tonight, Philip made a mental note to insist Wade buy himself a more fashionable coat. He was wearing a brown canvas jacket with big pockets, and the bottom hung at an awkward angle below his hips. Seemingly unaware that he resembled a bumpkin, Wade looked around.
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